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A knock was heard on the Kurosaki household door, as (name) waited patiently  for someone to answer the door so she could return Ichigo's book that he forgot at school. The door opened to see the father of Ichigo Kurosaki, a smile plastered on his face. "Hello (name), are you here for Ichigo?" "In a way, he forgot his book. Will you give this to him? I have homework of my own-" "Ah! Nonsense! Get your cute self in here and give it to him yourself! No pun intended! Unless you want to." (Name) eyes widened as Isshin Kurosaki tossed her over his shoulders as though she was a sack of potatoes, not that it was the most pleasant feeling in

Christmas was a time of love and miracles.     You loved this time of year even as you got older it was magical. This year there was going to be a party at Genkai's and you volunteered to help her prepare. Since there was no Hotels near by they all decided to sleep in the compound together. You came in early that morning to help.     You knew Genkai as a child as your parents were old friends of hers. You visit her often and since Yusuke and his gang came around often you got to know everyone. You got really attached to Kurama. You fell for him immediately but you wanted to get to know him as a person and not the gorgeous hottie you see.

Texts: Bold & Italics Speaking in another Language: Italics Thoughts: Bold Sequel to Wrong Person You were starting to feel really hungry and bored. It doesn't help that you couldn't fall asleep either. "Ugh, I'm so bored. I could continue with my essay... But that sucks so no way. Ughhhh." You groaned as you rolled all over your bed. You sighed, "Maybe I should just head over the restaurant I always go to." You got up, much to your despise, and changed your clothings. Picking up your wallet and phone, you got out of your room and shouted to your mum, "MUMMY IM GOING OUT TO THE RESTAURANT TO BUY SOME FOOD, YOU WANT ANYTHING?" "NO IT'S FI

BEEP BEEP BEEP! Smiling, you quickly walked over to the microwave and pulled out the steaming hot bag of popcorn, shaking it so the butter covered most of the popped kernels. You then tore open the bag and dumped the contents into a large bowl you had lying on the counter. Then lastly, you got yourself a drink and took the popcorn and beverage with you to the one room which had the flat-screen TV and surround sound in the large estate of the Hellsing Organization. Tonight was officially - and somewhat surprisingly - your free day. This meant that there were no missions to be done, no other form of chore; laundry and other forms of cleaning an